I feel so alone,
even when there's an endless sea of blank faces.
There's something missing,
There's something more, to fill this shot hole in my chest.
It must've rot faster than the rest of me.
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Paths Gone Wild
PoetryPoetry that needs critiquing or have desires to be shared! There is no specific theme. Most of it is -old- and depressing right now! However I currently have poems I will place in soon. *cover art is not mine. -Starred titles are going to be edited...
